Salaams – I hope you enjoy the poems written below.
He’s Coming! © 2008 Linda D. Delgado
Two Hours Late
Dinner is cold, now
Door slams with a BANG
Mama whispers, Hurry Miriam!
In my closet
Inside the toy box. Close the lid
He’s shouting at Mama
Glass and furniture breaking
Mama screams and screams
I cover my ears
My eyes tightly squeezed shut
Afraid to breathe
Heavy footsteps in my room
Mama’s not crying, now
Footsteps going away
How long to stay hidden?
Silent tears fall
Poor mama. Quiet…wait for mama
Awake. I’m frightened
Loud voices calling
Miriam? Miriam? Calling my name.
But not Mama’s voice
Heavy footsteps getting closer. He’s coming!
I scream and scream
Sisters from the masjid look down at me
Where’s my mama?
We’ll take care of you, they say
We’re here to help you.
Like you helped my mama?
She begged for help
You turned your faces away
It’s not my problem
All of you would say.
I want my mama! I scream
But I know by the look on their faces
Hush Miriam, your Mama’s gone.
He won’t hurt her again.
How can he… I wail. She’s dead!
I scream and scream.
Who Will Standup For Me? © 2009 Linda D. Delgado
She huddled on the floor
Ahmed glared at her from the open door.
Amina looked at him in abject fear.
She knew better than to cry a tear.
Her heart thudded wildly, her chest filled with pain.
He shouted words cruel and profane.
She lifted her eyes…watched him draw near.
The man she had loved who had once called her dear.
Not one more word from you.
You know very well what I can do.
He snatched the head scarf off her head.
And threw it down on the broken bed.
While I am gone you will not move.
Else more than a head scarf will you lose.
It’s all your fault and I don’t care
Stupid woman you have made me late for prayer.
With that said he stormed out of the house.
Muttering he did not deserve such a spouse.
Amina crawled to the bedside chair
Her busted lip dripping blood everywhere
I Will Stand Up For You…
Amina? Amina! What has happened to you?
Her neighbor Yasmin paused then said I know what to do.
Amina’s quavering voice replied I am okay.
Don’t worry…no need for you to stay.
Nonsense, you are coming with me
I am taking you to a safe place, you will see.
Don’t argue and do not feel dread
My husband Tarek will handle Ahmed.
Yasmin and Amina sat quietly behind the screen
In the prayer room they could not be seen.
Amina’s sisters whispered to her softly
We stand up for you. Stand up with me.
Friday Kutbah ended and Imam said brothers don’t go
I have a matter you all must know
He pointed to Ahmed and said it is time to stop your harm
You cannot hide your wrong behind your charm.
Tarek stood next to the Imam for all to see
I stand up for Sister Amina .Who will stand up for her with me?
One by one the brothers stood
Brothers in union said we stand up as we should.
Daddy’s Girl © 2004 Linda D. Delgado
She stood next to her father’s side gazing with unseeing eyes before the large audience.
They were gathered to celebrate the wedding of her father to his new bride.
Such happy faces; her face drawn and pinched
The pain clearly etched in the downturn of her trembling lips
Still a child but soon to be a woman
Resentful, hurt, an aching sense of abandonment
Not understanding her father’s seeming desertion
Choosing another to be his first love
The marriage vows said
Rings given and accepted
The desperate plea in the child-woman’s eyes
The hard swallow and desolate sigh
Blue eyes turned grey; now brimming with unshed tears
The words spoken “Does anyone object to this marriage?”
She shudders violently and opens her sweet lips
The words No! No! screamed silently
As the salty tears roll down her soft cheeks.
She looks at me and I shake my head and bite my lips
She mimics me and bites her own to stifle her anguish
More words and then the pronouncement
Her father beams at the audience; he hugs his new wife
Narry a glance for his daughter weeping silently at his side.
Down the aisle they all troop; she hunches her shoulders and follows
I rush outside the building and see her standing alone
I enfold her in my arms and kiss her gently
He hasn’t stopped loving you I whisper gently
She pulls herself away and looks defiant
In a low voice she whispers vehemently
He has his wife, his life. Now I will have mine
He doesn’t see me, hear me, know me
I will not know him.
With head held high she squared her shoulders
Down the long line she walked
Took her place at her father’s side.
Gone was the sweet child, a stranger in her place.
I stood in the shadows and silently cried.
Frogiving © 2007 Linda D. Delgado
What you said hurt me
I responded in anger
You meant to say you were sorry
I meant to forgive you
What you did was so very wrong
I responded with harsh judgment
You meant to make amends
I meant to be more understanding
You meant to call or write
I waited hoping to hear from you
You got busy with life
I meant to try again; to call or write
You said, “I might try to change and do better.”
I said, “I won’t budge until I see your sorrow.”
You said, “There is always tomorrow.”
I said, “I will forgive on your tomorrow.
Our tomorrow never came
One of us died.
There is today.
Don’t hold on to yesterday.
Don’t count on tomorrow.
It may not come
You have today
Don’t let love and hope slip away.
I Thought… I Was Wrong © 2005 Linda D. Delgado
I thought you were my brother
I thought I was your sister
I am Muslim…
But who are you?
Your goal is an Islamic State
To get there you use death and hate
Is your goal Jannah ?
Or the Hell on Earth you create?
At what price?
You kill me again and again
You seal your fate
I thought you were my brother
I thought I was your sister…
I was wrong
I am every child you blow up
I am every woman you rip to shreds
I am every body chard and limbless
I am every headless man
You hid in a shallow grave
I am Muslim
You lie to our children
Suicide bombers you make
Never worrying at all
That it is Jannah they forsake
You bomb schools and masjids
You tear families apart
You create hunger, want and need
It is from the Ummah you depart
You celebrate with weapons
Held high above your heads
Muslims weep after your destructive wake
It is Allah you forsake
I thought you were my brother
I thought I was your sister
I thought you were Muslim
I was wrong
You are not my brother
I am not your sister
You are a Killer!
Look in a mirror and you will see
You are Islam’s Enemy
‘O Africa © 2006 Linda D. Delgado
Her trees in the Rainforests weep, ‘O Africa
Her grasses of theSavannahbend and sway in protest
Her animals hide in fear of thundering feet
Blades hacking all in their path
Shrill firing of guns announces coming death.
Old grandma stirring the thin gruel in the pot
Adding water to stretch its meager contents
Innocent faces and tiny hands, ‘O Africa
Their empty bowels mirroring empty eyes
Grandma’s gentle smile keeping hope alive.
Where are the mothers and fathers?
‘O Africa, your beloved sons and daughters
Struck down in their prime
Death took them with that dreaded disease
Its name unspoken; denial and lives broken
Wild hordes of militia ravage the lands
‘O Africa your daughters raped by their hands
Bodies savaged. Limbs severed. Many die
Forced to flee to the refugee camps
Barren wastelands with nothing to keep them alive
Still their beautiful voices lift in song, ‘O Africa
Heads held high with determination to survive
Daughters ofAfrica your spirits unconquered
Darfur, Sudan, Rwanda, the Congo
Humanity’s stark reality and irresponsibility.
Note — With other poets contributing, I created a small-size booklet of poems about/for Africa. I had 200 copies printed and sent them in packages of books i mailed to buyers. I sent copies to islamic schools. If you are interested in reading the other poems and viewing the wonderful design created by Sis Iman please visit www.MuslimwritersPublishing.com and click books. Scroll down and click on the booklet’s front cover. The document is in pdf format.
Come Walk With Me, Come Talk With Me © 2008 Linda D. Delgado
I stood silently among the crowd.
Uncomfortable, yet unwilling to break free.
Each stranger wore the cloak of sin.
Their foul smell seeping into me.
My eyes darted here and there.
I sensed someone beckoning to me
and my heart yearned when I saw him.
Standing upon a lighted straight and narrow path.
His words wafted on the breeze.
Come walk with me, Come talk with me.
My heart swelled, as my footsteps drew me toward him.
But then, I stumbled, doubted, and turned my face away.
For just a second.
When I looked back my panic rose.
Where is he? Where did the lighted path go?
Instead to my right and to my left.
Only crooked, dark and lonely paths.
I raced down each with evil laughter following me.
Dark, cold, foul smelling places ending in an Abyss.
Panic. Awareness of my loss growing steadily.
He was nowhere to be found.
Not in these places. Only the strangers in that crowd.
Falling to my knees. Tears streaming from my eyes.
All my wrong doings spilling from my lips.
I cried aloud: O Allah where did he go?
Alone now and frightened. Quite descends.
The silence is broken by that gentle breeze.
And then once more I hear him calling to me.
Come walk with me. Come talk with me.
There he is! Beloved Prophet of Islam!
Now I accept him, most praiseworthy guide,
Now, I am a Muslim, now I am free.
My Hero Is Your Hero © 2006 Linda D. Delgado –American Poet Takes Top Adult Prize in Prophet Mohammad Poetry Contest
The winners of the first annual Praise the Prophet International Poetry Competition were announced online at http://www.islamicpoetry.com. The top prize in the adult category went to Linda Delgado of Tempe, Arizona, for her submission titled My Hero Is Your Hero.
My Hero Is Your Hero
We sat around the table, my daughter, son and me.
Shall I tell you a new story?
They both chorused, No! Let me. Let me.
Hmm…I responded. Let’s play a guessing game instead.
We’ll take turns describing favorite heroes
And then guess who they could be.
My hero was a great leader and fought bravely in each battle.
My hero washed his clothes with no complaint and was kind to all he met.
What a coincidence I said because my hero did both of these…
Son said his hero was the greatest teacher the world had ever known.
Daughter giggled and said her hero and his wife played racing games.
How amazing I exclaimed because my hero did both of these.
A dark cloud in the sky followed my hero when he was just a boy.
Daughter claimed her hero became a great trader while working for his wife.
Oh, my! This is astounding because my hero did both of these.
Son scratched his head while thinking hard. Not willing to give up.
Daughter twirled her braid and thought aloud who can Mom’s hero be?
I smiled knowingly at both of them and waited patiently.
Son grinned broadly and then announced importantly
My hero never told a lie and taught Muslims how to pray.
Daughter said her hero could top that. Son said there was no way.
My hero talked to Allah’s Angel she declared dramatically.
My goodness I said with wonder because my hero did both of these!
At this point my children protested. You haven’t told us anything!
So I declared my hero left his Sunnah for all mankind to understand.
He recited each of Allah’s Words in our most honored Qur’an.
I know! I know! Both clamored wildly waving hands at me.
Your hero is our hero they exclaimed excitedly.
They had solved the guessing game and were bursting with their glee.
Our hero is the Last Prophet, Muhammad, the most Trusted and Praiseworthy.
Note- This was not the best poem. The first place winner was disqualified because the poem submitted was collaboration with another writer. I might add that I read other poems in the same category as mine and thought they were superior. As it happened I was in much need of the prize money at that time and I thank Allah for turning the hearts of the judges to the poem I wrote. As you can see by the meager number of poems I have written over the years, I am not a poetry writer and I can only only write when I am in the grip of a very strong emotion.
Linda D. Delgado is a mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. She graduated from the University of Phoenix and is a retired Arizona DPS Sergeant. Linda is the author of the award winning children’s 4-book series, Islamic Rose Books, two non-fiction books: Halal Food, Fun and Laughter and A Muslim’s Guide to Publishing and Marketing, and the author of two books in the Rainey Walker Mystery Series: Catch Me If You Dare and Gotcha! Linda is also the co-author of the Grandma & Hijab-Ez Family Activity Book, creator of the Grandma & Hijab Ez comic strip series and the owner-publisher of Muslim Writers Publishing: a traditional Muslim publishing house with a focus on publishing Islamic fiction books for older youth and teens www.MuslimWritersPublishing.com and www.widad-lld.com and www.raineywalkerseries.wordpress.com and www.islamicfictionbooks.com